Husband: A man who is completely and 100% capable of doing his own dang laundry.
“Where are all my clothes?! I have no clothes! Why are the clothes gone??”
I have ruined him.
"I worked very hard for it" is the worst possible justification for being a billionaire. You know who works very hard? Single mothers working two minimum wage jobs with just-in-time scheduling and a bus commute.
Update: I love my man.
From afar.
Because he’s sick.
So he’s staying at his parents’ for the night.
I miss him!
Just not his germs.
I do miss his cooking though...
I ate a whole box of mac and cheese for dinner. The chicken tacos are a forgotten dream.
Recital is coming.